Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Criticism of Society

Last night while walking home,

I struggled with the harsh criticism.

I heard the footsteps behind me,

And the horrendous taste of fear lingered in my mouth.

The voice behind me yelled.

Suspicion of disbelief enveloped me

Like the arms from a mother to her child.

I was the one in disguise.

No one could recognize me.

I was a victim of life.

I wanted to be creative, but the haunting words tormented my soul.

To those who choose to challenge me, I want one more fight.

If you can’t believe my story, then don’t read my writing.

No comments:

Post a Comment